🙁 Oh, unfortunately nobody has helped us to tell Faustina’s story yet. Could that be you?
In the meantime, you might enjoy the astonishing revelations in this story…
Some people play the piano…
My favourite moment in some time occurred, during a visit to two members of the congregation. This conversation is between a person with dementia and their spouse who cares for them.
“Are you going to play the piano?”
“Some people play the piano, I don’t.”
“You could sit at the piano.”
(A look of confusion.)
“It’s that one over there.”
(Obediently sitting at the piano stool, with a look of total forlornness.)
“This hand does something like this.” (Approximating a chord)
“The other one is more like this.” (Runs a few notes together.)
(Brushing the demonstrating hands away, hesitantly a tune is tinkled.)
“That’s the thing, try again, louder.”
(A wonderful rendition of a tune from Salad Days pours out involving both hands and feet in harmonies and syncopated rhythms. The look on the pianist’s face is surprise and sheer delight.)
We are all blessed by this moment of grace called forth by love.
On this day, lift before God:
- all who are living with Alzheimers, as patients, carers or family members.
- all those whose gentle, persistent loving allows others to shine.
- all who, after encouragement, are surprised by their own abilities.